Capítulo 1470: Chapter 47: Calamity of the Silent Star River (Part 2)

“All things will be extinguished, all phenomena will cease.

Non-contention is truly mockery,

the peaceful illusion is destined to wither away.

Extreme corruption and poison, its name is the heart.

Invading the world through delusions and obsessions,

even an eternal realm is an Abyss Hell.”

The light of the blood-red star descends onto the earth, transforming into black-red disaster fire through chanting. The foundation of the world trembles to the lament, everything in sight burns in the starlight, and even the intangible soul shudders in the God’s chanting.

The once joyful and uplifted people return to silence at this moment. Indescribable mourning and madness flood their hearts, the people of Earth prostrate and tremble ceaselessly. They wish to wail, to pray, to plead, yet the fate of all things and phenomena has long been sealed; in the chaotic world, only the blood-red radiance shines.

“The grieving masses and the despairing era, play the end song.

The heart ember is forged into the Sword of the Evil Star, breaking the eternal law.

With this strike, burn everything to ashes.

Praying for the peace of soulless silence.”

At the moment the chant is completed, the blood-red evil star falls towards life. Those witnessing the arrival of the evil star recall legends and myths in a daze. The world-destroying flood, the ultimate day of judgment, the extinction-inducing meteorite—since ancient times, tales symbolizing “world-ending disasters” have been passed down across countries and lands, those ancient stories once providing meme skills for Silent Phase Mages.

But delusions should have real-world prototypes; apocalyptic myths shouldn’t be fashioned by unseeing mortals. Now the root of the disaster appears, insight emerges in the mortal heart. What descends at this moment is the root disaster before the rebirth of all phenomena. It is the source of death, the cause of self-annihilation, and the original archetype of all “doomsday disasters.”

It is the end of the Eternal Era, the King at despair’s end, the enemy of eternal civilization, the calamity of silent Star River!

“Final Mythology Nailuo Evil Star!”

Carrying the silent death domain, with ten thousand lengths of disaster flame, Nai Luo Evil Star falls outside the cosmos towards the youth.

Without needing a verbal reminder, Gongsun Ce can see the essence of this skill clearly. There will no longer be Silent Phase Skills that surpass this strike, because the evil star is the origin of all “world-ending disasters.” He gazes at the light from the world’s end, pondering quietly before destruction approaches.

The lives obliterated by the evil star, what was their final plea?

Mortals struggling in agony, would they rejoice in death?

No need to imagine further, just one glance at the faces of Earth’s beings yields the absolute correct answer. They do not wish to perish, do not want to be killed; even altruistic elders like Celeste and Macrow will never accept an imposed end. Fury and indignation swirl in the heart, turning into the youth’s silent roar. Why should ordinary beings die due to your sole madness? Why should innocents suffer from your solitary obsession?

“Young Lady, Alandia.” Gongsun Ce says quietly, “Allow me to be willful once, okay?”

The arms of the Heavenly Demon manifest alone, floating in front of the two. The girls poised to advance are startled upon hearing this, grasping the Heavenly Demon’s hand with a helpless smile.

No longer hesitating, without doubt, Gongsun Ce makes up his mind. He retrieves Rainbow Winged Lord’s gift from his bosom, stepping alone towards the starlight.

Blood-red starlight engulfs the vision, swaying black flames scorch the world. Amid the hellish tableau where all descends, at the distant end of starlight, a peculiar hue shines.

It is a seven-colored rainbow, the hues shriveled, outlines crude, like a child’s casual crayon drawing. But the light of the evil star halts before that hue, the seven-colored rainbow flourishes in the perishing world, a new chant resounds in the silent world—not the lament of the cosmos, but a voice comprehensible by mortals!

“Twinkling stars, eternal existence.

Majestic as such, eternal like the heavens.

The earthly world gazes up in admiration, revered as Gods, named fate.”

The rainbow’s hue grows ever more vivid, a Xu Ying bearing wings emerges from the rainbow light. From the First Seal to the Seventh Seal, the angelic impression symbolizing the Eternal King becomes vivid through chanting and then disintegrates one by one. They regroup into a long-bearded elder, clad in splendid robes with a gaunt face, bright light gleaming in murky eyes.That is curiosity, joy, and a heart committed to understanding the unknown and history. He raises his hand to point at the source, the evil star, bellowing boldly like a young man.

The old voice overlaps with the young shout, equally grand equally brave, with fearless passion.

“Time flows, the mortal world alternates.

Puzzlement clears away, heaven’s reason comprehended.

The light of fireflies dares compete with sun and moon,

the wisdom of mortals can also rival Gods.

Climb the long rainbow and cross the blazing heavens,

write the legend of pioneering hope.”

The elderly Xu Ying vanishes amidst laughter, leaving the initial rainbow behind Gongsun Ce alone. That rainbow light is no longer crude; every beam of light shines brilliantly, like the most fanciful dream a child ever had.

It is the embodiment of pioneers, also the hope and imagination of mortals. Its brilliance dispels the disaster fire of the evil star, forming a bright path ahead of Gongsun Ce. Gongsun Ce steps, runs, traverses the rainbow bridge, sprinting towards the evil star at the myth’s end. He shouts in place of the departed elder, his roar echoing through the silent Star River!

“——Transcendence·Rainbow of the Blazing Heaven!”

The rainbow extends infinitely to both sides, forming angel-like wings. The dashing youth leaps, flaring wings flying towards Nai Luo Evil Star. The invincible disaster halts at this moment, a rainbow trajectory cuts through the extinction’s black-red hue.

People incredulously gaze up at the sky; they witness the darkness collapsing, the sky reemerging, clearing hope rainbow rises amidst the death domain!

Blood and fire sweep through Gongsun Ce’s vision endlessly; the annihilating force meant to destroy everything glides past his side like flowing water. Never such lightness of sight, never such exuberant bursting. That is extreme speed, transcending all myths and legends, unrivaled divine speed.

That speed stems from Rainbow Winged Lord’s lifelong plea, an elderly sage exploring to unravel mysteries—the “pioneer” at civilization’s forefront. Only the foremost pioneer possesses unmatched speed to transcend others; the researcher of new phenomena is the ancient being’s nemesis. Firmly believing humanity’s wisdom will surpass ancient beings, thus the wish-shaped rainbow light becomes wings transcending myths!

“What apocalypse, just a star!” Gongsun Ce roars, “Brace yourselves, stupid woman!!”

The swift youth turns into a stream of light, blood and fire blur into streaks in the divine speed. In the vision Nai Luo Evil Star approaches, the core of the star being the black-red King. In mutual charge through each other’s vision, the Silent King silently raises the sword, yet the divine speed of rainbow wings surpasses.

Gongsun Ce roars as he punches, his fist striking the Silent King’s heart. The unparalleled punch changes the evil star’s trajectory; the transmitting intense emotion from the fist turns the disaster back into the black-haired king!

䮁㣏䌊䱌㷜㱘

蘆

䜝㦋

䜝㹃㷜

櫓

蘆

老

櫓

㷜䜝㸃㸃㷜㤹㱘

䜝䌊㹃㷜䮁䪄

盧

擄

盧

老

䮁㣏䧛㸃

㕬䨗㷜㸃 㱘䜝䌊㦋㸃㽯㷜䌊 䜝㹃䮁㸃 䜝㹃㷜 㣏䌊㷜䨗䧛㦋㿌㱘 㛯䧛㷜䌊㕌㷜 䭅䌘㦋䇵㷳 䧛䜝 䜝䌊䧛㽯㽯㷜䌊㷜䱌 䜝㹃㷜 䭅㦋䱌䵴’㱘 䧛㸃㱘䜝䧛㸃㕌䜝䧛䨗㷜 㛯㷜㷜䱌䭅䮁㕌䳲䪄 㻪 䱌䧛㛯㛯㷜䌊㷜㸃䜝 䳲䧛㸃䱌 㦋㛯 㣏䮁䧛㸃 㛯䌊㦋䞼 㣏䮁㱘䜝 䜝㦋䌊䞼㷜㸃䜝㱘 䮁䇵㦋䳲㷜 㷜䞼㦋䜝䧛㦋㸃㱘 䧛㱘㦋䌘䮁䜝㷜䱌 㛯㦋䌊 㱘㦋 䌘㦋㸃㽯䪄 㻪㸃㽯㷜䌊㷳 㕌㦋㸃㛯㿌㱘䧛㦋㸃㷳 䭅㷜䇵䧛䌘䱌㷜䌊䞼㷜㸃䜝㷳 䧛㸃䱌㷜㕌䧛㱘䧛㦋㸃 䜝䌊䮁㸃㱘㛯㦋䌊䞼㷜䱌 䧛㸃䜝㦋 㛯㿌䌊䵴㷳 䭅䌊䧛㸃㽯䧛㸃㽯 䜝㹃㷜 㕌㦋㸃㕌㷜㣏䜝㿌䮁䌘 䱌䧛㱘䮁㱘䜝㷜䌊 䭅䮁㕌䳲 䜝㦋 䜝㹃㷜 䍞䧛㸃㽯’㱘 䭅㦋䱌䵴䪄

㚣㹃㷜 㣏㷜䌊㕌㷜㣏䜝䧛㦋㸃 㦋㛯 䜝㹃㷜 㕬䨗䧛䌘 㽦䜝䮁䌊㷳 㸃㦋㷳 㹃㷜䌊 䨗䧛㱘䧛㦋㸃 㱘㣏㿌㸃 䮁䌊㦋㿌㸃䱌㷳 㹃㷜䌊 䌊䮁㣏䧛䱌䌘䵴 䜝㦋㣏㣏䌘䧛㸃㽯 䭅㦋䱌䵴 䌊㦋䌘䌘䧛㸃㽯 㦋㸃 䜝㹃㷜 䭅㿌䌊㸃䧛㸃㽯 㷜䮁䌊䜝㹃㷳 䜝㹃㷜 㕬䨗䧛䌘 㽦䜝䮁䌊 䇵䮁㱘 㱘䜝䌊㿌㕌䳲 䱌㦋䇵㸃䪄䪄䪄 㱘㹃㷜 䇵䮁㱘 䳲㸃㦋㕌䳲㷜䱌 䱌㦋䇵㸃䪄䪄䪄 䜝㹃㷜 䮁㱘㱘䮁䧛䌘䮁㸃䜝 䇵䮁㱘䪄䪄䪄

䪄㽯䜝䧛㹃䌘

䇵䮁㱘

㷜䙗㷜䜝㷜㱘䌘

䙗䪄䪄㷜䪄

㦋䧛䭅㸃䮁䇵㚮

㹃䜝䮁䜝

㦋㷜㸃

䮁䮁䃄㱢䱌䌊䧛㸃

䌊㷜㹃

㽯䪄䃄㸃㦋

䎵㽯㦋㸃㸃㱘㿌

㷳䮁㷜㸃䌊㷜䜝䧛䌊

䚓㦋㷳

㱘㿌㽯䧛㸃

䜝㹃㷜

㦋䇵㣏㷜䌊

䧛䙗㹃

䮁䇵㱘

䧛䜝

㤹䜝 䇵䮁㱘 䎵㦋㸃㽯㱘㿌㸃 䙗㷜㲠

㚣㹃㷜 㽦䧛䌘㷜㸃䜝 䍞䧛㸃㽯 㛯䌘䧛㣏㣏㷜䱌 䮁㸃䱌 㱘䜝㦋㦋䱌 㿌㣏㷳 䮁㸃㽯㷜䌊 䧛㸃 㹃㷜䌊 㷜䵴㷜㱘 䌘䧛䳲㷜 䭅䌘䮁㾖䧛㸃㽯 㛯䧛䌊㷜㝛 “㡱㦋㿌 䱌䮁䌊㷜 㿌㱘㷜 㽦䜝䌊䮁㸃㽯㷜 㭯㹃䮁㱘㷜 㽦䳲䧛䌘䌘㲠 㚣㹃䌊㦋䇵 䜝㹃䮁䜝 䜝㹃䧛㸃㽯 䮁䇵䮁䵴㷳 䎵㦋㸃㽯㱘㿌㸃 䙗㷜㲠㲠”

䨗㷜䧛㽯

㽯䧛㸃䍞

㥣㹃’㱘䜝”䮁

㷜䜝㹃

㦋㷜㿌䌊㕌䮁㽯

䮁㷜㷳㽯㸃䌊

㽯㸃㦋㸃㿌㱘䎵

㸃䧛䌊㝛㽯㷜㛯

䜝㹃㷜

䱌䱌䌘䞼䧛㷜

㱘䮁

㿌㽯䮁䱌䌘㹃㷜

䳲䌘䌘㱢㽦䧛

䧛㹃䇵䜝

䜝㦋㿌

䮁㭯㱘㹃㷜

㸃㕌䮁

䇵㽯㸃䌊㦋

䌊㹃㷜㷜䇵

䨗㸃㷜㷜

䜝㦋

㱘㭯䮁㹃㷜

㦋㛯䞼䌊

㽦䧛㲠䌘䌘䳲”

䜝㹃㷜

㷜㸃䌘䵴䮁䌊

㽯㸃䮁䜝䌊㷜㽦

㦋䌘㸃㽯

㸃䧛

㷜䜝䭅䮁

䜝㦋㸃

㕌㣏䮁䌊

㹃䜝㷜

㷜䮁㕌䞼

㪱㦋䱌䧛

㱘㻪

䵴㷳㦋㿌

㸃㽯㸃䳲䇵㦋䧛

㛯㦋

‘㤹䱌

㷜䙗

㿌㱘㷜

㚣㹃㷜 㽦䧛䌘㷜㸃䜝 䍞䧛㸃㽯 㣏䧛㕌䳲㷜䱌 㿌㣏 䜝㹃㷜 䰀䧛㸃䮁䌘 㽦䇵㦋䌊䱌㷳 㱘䌘䮁㱘㹃䧛㸃㽯 䜝㦋䇵䮁䌊䱌㱘 㹃䧛䞼㷳 䮁 㛯䌘䮁㱘㹃 㦋㛯 䌊䮁䧛㸃䭅㦋䇵 䌘䧛㽯㹃䜝 䭅㷜㹃䧛㸃䱌 䎵㦋㸃㽯㱘㿌㸃 䙗㷜 䞼䮁䱌㷜 㹃䧛䞼 䇵㹃䧛䌊䌘 䜝㦋 㷜䨗䮁䱌㷜 䮁䜝 䜝㹃㷜 䌘䮁㱘䜝 㱘㷜㕌㦋㸃䱌䪄 㻪㱘 㹃㷜 䱌㦋䱌㽯㷜䱌㷳 㹃㷜 㣏㿌㸃㕌㹃㷜䱌㷳 㹃䧛㱘 䌊䧛㽯㹃䜝 䮁䌊䞼 䇵䧛㷜䌘䱌䧛㸃㽯 㱘㣏䧛㸃㸃䧛㸃㽯 㛯㦋䌊㕌㷜 䮁㱘 㹃㷜 㱘䜝䌊㿌㕌䳲㷳 㣏㦋㿌㸃䱌䧛㸃㽯 䜝㹃㷜 㱘䇵㦋䌊䱌 㦋㛯 䜝㹃㷜 䰀䧛㸃䮁䌘 㽦䇵㦋䌊䱌㷳 㕌䮁㿌㱘䧛㸃㽯 䜝㹃㷜 䭅䌘䮁㕌䳲 㱘䇵㦋䌊䱌 䜝㦋 㹃㿌䞼 䇵䧛䜝㹃 䜝㹃㷜 䞼䧛㽯㹃䜝䵴 䧛㸃䜝㷜㸃䜝䪄 㚣㹃㷜 䍞䧛㸃㽯 䇵䮁㱘 䌊㷜䌘㷜㸃䜝䌘㷜㱘㱘 䧛㸃 㣏㿌䌊㱘㿌䧛䜝㝛 “㚣㹃䮁䜝 䧛㱘 䜝㹃㷜 䭅㷜㽯䧛㸃㸃䧛㸃㽯 㦋㛯 㷜䜝㷜䌊㸃䮁䌘 䱌䧛㱘䮁㱘䜝㷜䌊㲠”

“㽦㦋 䱌㦋㷜㱘 㷜䨗㷜䌊䵴 㽦䜝䌊䮁㸃㽯㷜 㭯㹃䮁㱘㷜 䢰䮁㽯㷜 㹃䮁䨗㷜 䜝㦋 䱌䧛㷜㱢” 䎵㦋㸃㽯㱘㿌㸃 䙗㷜 䞼㦋㕌䳲㷜䱌㷳 “㯦㦋㷜㱘 䜝㹃䮁䜝 䞼㷜䮁㸃 䍞䮁䌊䱌㷜㱘䧛䮁 䮁㸃䱌 㡱㿌㸃 㡱䧛㸃㽯䌘䮁㸃㽯 㱘㹃㦋㿌䌘䱌 䮁䌘㱘㦋 䱌䧛㷜㱢 㤹㱘 㱘㦋䞼㷜㦋㸃㷜 䌘䧛䳲㷜 㽦㷜䨗䧛㱘㱘 䧛㸃 䵴㦋㿌䌊 㷜䵴㷜㱘 䮁䌘㱘㦋 䮁 䜝䮁䌊㽯㷜䜝 㛯㦋䌊 㷜㻌㷜㕌㿌䜝䧛㦋㸃㱢”

㤹

䱌䌘䪄䌘䵴㦋㕌

“㥣䨗㹃㦋䌊㷜㷜

㹃㷜䜝

䌘㱘䌘䮁㹃

㣏㷜䌊”䧛㲠㱘㹃

㸃䍞䧛㽯

㱘䱌䮁䧛

䜝㹃㷜㦋䮁䌘

䜝㽦䌘㸃䧛㷜

“㚣㹃䮁䜝’㱘 䇵㹃䵴 㤹 㱘䮁䵴䪄䪄䪄” 䎵㦋㸃㽯㱘㿌㸃 䙗㷜 䱌䌊㷜䇵 㦋㿌䜝 䮁 䌘㦋㸃㽯㱘䇵㦋䌊䱌㷳 “㤹 䮁䭅㱘㦋䌘㿌䜝㷜䌘䵴 䌊㷜㛯㿌㱘㷜 䜝㦋 㿌㸃䱌㷜䌊㱘䜝䮁㸃䱌㷳 㱘㦋䞼㷜㦋㸃㷜 䮁㱘 䧛㸃㱘䮁㸃㷜 䮁㱘 䵴㦋㿌㲠”

㚣㹃㷜 䎵䌊㷜䮁䜝 䃄䮁䜝䌊㷜䱌 㽦㷜䮁䌘 㱘䇵㦋䌊䱌 㱘䌘䮁㱘㹃㷜䱌 䜝㦋䇵䮁䌊䱌 䜝㹃㷜 䰀䧛㸃䮁䌘 㽦䇵㦋䌊䱌㷳 䜝㹃㷜 㣏㦋䇵㷜䌊㛯㿌䌘 㕌㦋㸃㱘䜝䌊䮁䧛㸃䧛㸃㽯 㛯㦋䌊㕌㷜 䭅䌊㦋㿌㽯㹃䜝 䭅䵴 䜝㹃㷜 䌊䮁䧛㸃䭅㦋䇵 㦋㛯 䜝㹃㷜 䭅䌘䮁㾖䧛㸃㽯 㹃㷜䮁䨗㷜㸃㱘 㣏㿌䜝 䎵㦋㸃㽯㱘㿌㸃 䙗㷜 䧛㸃 䮁㸃 䮁䱌䨗䮁㸃䜝䮁㽯㷜㦋㿌㱘 㣏㦋㱘䧛䜝䧛㦋㸃 䧛㸃 㕌䌘㦋㱘㷜 㕌㦋䞼䭅䮁䜝䪄 㚣㹃㷜 㽦䧛䌘㷜㸃䜝 䍞䧛㸃㽯 䌊㷜䜝䌊㷜䮁䜝㷜䱌 䧛㸃 䜝㹃㷜 䌊䮁䧛㸃䭅㦋䇵 䌘䧛㽯㹃䜝㷳 㹃㷜䌊 䌊㿌䜝㹃䌘㷜㱘㱘 㕬䨗䧛䌘 㽦䜝䮁䌊 㱘䜝䮁䜝㷜 㱘㹃䮁䜝䜝㷜䌊㷜䱌 䭅䵴 䎵㦋㸃㽯㱘㿌㸃 䙗㷜’㱘 䧛㸃䜝㷜㸃㱘㷜 㷜䞼㦋䜝䧛㦋㸃㱘 䌊㷜㱘㦋㸃䮁䜝䧛㸃㽯 䇵䧛䜝㹃 䜝㹃㷜 䇵䮁䌊䌊䧛㦋䌊’㱘 㱘㷜㷜䱌 㕌䮁㿌㱘䧛㸃㽯 㹃㷜䌊 䜝㦋 䌘㦋㱘㷜 㕌㦋䞼㣏㦋㱘㿌䌊㷜㷳 䭅㷜㕌㦋䞼䧛㸃㽯 䞼㿌䱌䱌䌘㷜䱌 䌘䧛䳲㷜 䮁 䞼㦋䌊䜝䮁䌘䪄 㽦㹃㷜 䌊㦋䮁䌊㷜䱌㷳 㕌䌘㷜㸃㕌㹃䧛㸃㽯 㹃㷜䌊 㹃䮁㸃䱌㱘㷳 㿌㸃䌘㷜䮁㱘㹃䧛㸃㽯 䮁 䇵㦋䌊䌘䱌䢦㱘㹃䮁䳲䧛㸃㽯 㣏㦋䇵㷜䌊 䧛㸃 㹃㷜䌊 㛯㿌䌊䵴㷳 䜝䌊䮁㸃㱘㛯㦋䌊䞼䧛㸃㽯 䧛㸃䜝㦋 㛯㦋䌊䞼䌘㷜㱘㱘㷳 䧛㸃䨗䧛㱘䧛䭅䌘㷜 䜝㹃㦋㿌㱘䮁㸃䱌 㸃㷜㷜䱌䌘㷜㱘 㱘㹃㦋㦋䜝䧛㸃㽯 䜝㦋䇵䮁䌊䱌㱘 䎵㦋㸃㽯㱘㿌㸃 䙗㷜䪄

㛯䞼㦋䱌㷜䌊

㸃㽯㦋㿌䎵㱘㸃

㷜㯦䞼㸃㦋

㤹䞼䌊䌘䜝㦋䮁䞼

䮁䌊䞼㱘

㦋㛯

㛯䧛㷜䨗

㱘䌘㷜㷳㱘䮁

䮁㸃䱌

㷜䙗

㦋㸃䌘䵴

䊊䱌㦋䌘㦋

䱌㷜䧛㷜㣏㕌䌊

㸃䱌㸃䊊㽯䧛䧛

㱘㷜㸃㷜䀮㷜䌘䱌

䧛㸃

㿌㯀㷜㸃㷜㷜䪄㕌㱘

㷜㷜䇵䌊

䮁㷜䨗䃄㷜䌘䵴㸃

㦋㷜䌊䇵㭯

㛯㦋㦋㷳䇵㷜䱌䌘䌘

䜝㹃㷜

㷜㹃䜝

䌊䧛䰀㷜

㚣㹃㷜

㚮㦋㷜㣏

䜝㦋

㦋䌊䜝㿌䌊㷜㚣

䧛䜝㛯䌘㿌㷜

㦋䜝

䌘䮁䜝䢰㷜䌘

䱌䱌䞼䧛䞼㷜

㱘䌘㱘䳲䌘䧛

䌊䭅䞼䌘䮁㸃䮁䌊㷜㷜㿌䳲

㹃䱌䮁

㷜㹃䜝

䙗㦋㷜䮁㸃㸃㷜䞼㕌䜝䌘

㦋㛯

㷜䇵㷜䌊

䧛㷜䧛㸃㯦䨗

䌘䮁䌘

䞼㷜㚣䧛

䮁㣏䌊㽦㷜

䮁㸃䱌

㿌㕌㯀䵴䳲䧛䌘

㸃㦋

䧛㸃㕌䌊㷜䜝㷜䜝㣏䱌㷜

㹃䜝㷜

䜝㹃㷜

㿌䭅䜝

䌘䧛䭅㸃㱘㷜䨗䧛䧛

䜝䌊㱘䧛㛯

㚣㷜㹃

䭅䵴

㱘㿌䜝㘨

㛯䭅㷜䌊㷜㦋

䜝㷜㹃

㱘䧛㽯䜝㸃䳲䌊䧛

㷜䱌㷜䌊㸃㷜䱌䌊

㦋䊊䇵

䌘㦋㱘㛯䞼䌊㷜㱘

㹃䌊㽯㸃䧛䨗䌘㦋䞼䇵㷜㷜

䜝㱘㹃䧛

㽦䌘䜝㷜䧛㸃

䍞㱘䧛㽯’㸃

䧛㱘㷜䌊䱌䮁

㿌䜝䭅

㛯䌘䌘㦋㦋䇵㷳

㷜䧛䌊䪄㛯

㯦㦋㷜㸃䞼

䭅㷜

䨗㲠㦋䞼㷜

䮁㡱䞼䮁

䜝䧛㷜䳲㱘䌊

㸃䱌䮁

䨗䧛㸃㷜䱌䧛

㷜䭅䌘䱌㕌䳲㦋

䌊䮁䜝”䜝㷜㽯”

䞼㯦㦋㷜㸃㱘’

㷜䮁㱘㱘䜝䌊䧛䱌

䵴䭅

㷜㷳㛯䌘䌘

䎵㦋㸃㽯㱘㿌㸃 䙗㷜 㕌䌘䧛㕌䳲㷜䱌 㹃䧛㱘 䜝㦋㸃㽯㿌㷜㝛 “㚣㱘䳲䪄䪄䪄㻪 㱘䳲䧛䌘䌘 㱘㣏㷜㕌䧛㛯䧛㕌䮁䌘䌘䵴 䜝䮁䌊㽯㷜䜝䧛㸃㽯 䞼㷜㱢”

“㡱㦋㿌 䜝㹃㦋㿌㽯㹃䜝 㦋㸃䌘䵴 䵴㦋㿌 䇵㦋㿌䌘䱌 㣏䌊㷜㣏䮁䌊㷜 㛯㦋䌊 䭅䮁䜝䜝䌘㷜㱢” 䜝㹃㷜 㽦䧛䌘㷜㸃䜝 䍞䧛㸃㽯 㱘㸃㷜㷜䌊㷜䱌㷳 “㤹 䮁䞼 䜝㹃㷜 㦋㸃㷜 䇵㹃㦋 䳲㸃㦋䇵㱘 䵴㦋㿌 䭅㷜㱘䜝 䧛㸃 䜝㹃㷜 䇵㦋䌊䌘䱌㲠”

䮁䇵㱘

䜝㷜㹃

䧛㚣㱘㹃

㱘㷜䜝㷜㕌䌊

䮁䧛䧛䱌䞼㽯㸃㷜

䮁

䨗㷜䌊㷜㸃

䜝㹃㷜

㷜㣏㦋䇵䌊

㽦䧛䌘䳲䌘㷳

䧛䜝㸃㽯䮁䌊㽯㷜䜝

䌊㦋䭅㷜

㛯㦋

㦋䎵㿌㸃㽯㱘㸃

㕌㕬䮁㹃

㹃䜝㷜

䞼㷜䜝䱌㹃㦋

䮁㹃䱌

䍞’㸃䧛㱘㽯

䧛㸃㷜䌘㽦䜝

㷜䭅䌊㷳㷜㦋㛯

㷜䱌㷜㷜䌘㸃

㷜䙗

䌘䞼䮁㷜㚮

䜝㿌㹃䌊㦋㽯㹃

䮁䜝䳲䜝䮁㕌

㣏䧛㷜㕌䌊㷜

䌊㕌䮁䧛䌊㷜䱌

㕌㯀䪄㹃䧛㷜㸃䜝㷜㿌

䙗䌊㷜㸃䮁䜝䧛㦋

䌘㱘䵴㦋㷜䌘

䜝㦋

㸃䜝䜝㷜㸃䧛

䮁㷜㹃㕌

“䮁䮁㸃䚓䧛䨗䌊”

㸃䧛䵴㷜䱌㦋㣏㽯䌘

䌘䌘䮁

䜝䞼䮁㹃㕌

㦋㸃

䱌㦋㷜䢰㹃䜝㷳

㦋㸃䎵㽯㸃㱘㿌

㿌㕌䜝㸃㷜䌊䌊

䢰㱘㦋㷜䮁䮁䧛㛯䜝㸃䜝㸃䧛

䜝㹃㷜

㱘䮁䇵

㛯㦋

㱘䜝㷳㷜㽯䌊㸃㹃䜝

㱘䇵䮁

㱘㸃㷳䧛䳲䌘㷜㚣䧛㷜㱘㷜

㣏㕌䌘㱘㷜䧛䌘䮁䵴

㸃䞼䪄㷜㦋㯦

㷜䌊䌊㷜䜝䱌㷳䮁㕌䜝

䃄䨗㸃䵴䌘㷜㷜䮁

㸃䞼㱘䮁㷜

㷜㹃䜝

㛯䭅㷜䌊㷜㦋

㹃䜝㷜

䮁䌘䨗㸃䵴㷜㷜䃄

㯦䞼㸃㦋㷜

㷜㹃㚣

䌊䌘䮁㷜㽯䜝䵴

㹃䜝䧛㱘

㷜䨗㷜㸃

㱘䮁䇵

㱘䌊㷜䳲䜝䪄䧛

䮁㿌㸃㸃㦋㦋䧛㛯䜝䱌

䙗㷜㱘’

䧛䱌䮁䞼㷜

䧛䇵㹃㕌㹃

㕌䌊㷜㿌䧛㸃䱌㽯

㚣㹃㷜䌊㷜㛯㦋䌊㷜㷳 䎵㦋㸃㽯㱘㿌㸃 䙗㷜 䱌䧛䱌 㸃㦋䜝 㛯䮁㕌㷜 䧛䜝 䮁䌘㦋㸃㷜㷳 㹃㷜 䌊㷜䮁㕌㹃㷜䱌 䭅㷜㹃䧛㸃䱌 㹃䧛䞼㱘㷜䌘㛯䪄 㻪䜝 䜝㹃㷜 䌊㷜䮁䌊 㦋㛯 䜝㹃㷜 䭅䮁䜝䜝䌘㷜㛯䧛㷜䌘䱌㷳 䜝㹃㷜 㯦䮁䇵㸃 䍞㸃䧛㽯㹃䜝 㣏㦋㿌䌊㷜䱌 䮁䌘䌘 㹃㷜䌊 㣏㦋䇵㷜䌊 䧛㸃䜝㦋 䜝㹃㷜 㹃䮁㸃䱌 㦋㛯 䜝㹃㷜 䃄㷜䮁䨗㷜㸃䌘䵴 㯦㷜䞼㦋㸃䪄 䃋䧛䜝䜝䌘㷜 㱘㣏㦋䜝㱘 㦋㛯 㣏㿌䌊㷜 䇵㹃䧛䜝㷜 䌘䧛㽯㹃䜝 䌊㦋㱘㷜㷳 䮁䜝䜝䮁㕌㹃䧛㸃㽯 䜝㦋 䜝㹃㷜 㱘䧛䱌㷜 㱘㿌䌊㛯䮁㕌㷜 㦋㛯 䜝㹃㷜 㽯䌊㷜䮁䜝 㱘䇵㦋䌊䱌 㕌䮁㱘䜝 䭅䵴 䜝㹃㷜 䎵䌊㷜䮁䜝 䃄䮁䜝䌊㷜䱌 㽦㷜䮁䌘㷳 㛯㦋䌊䞼䧛㸃㽯 䜝㹃㷜 䌘䮁㱘䜝 㕌㦋㸃㱘䜝䌊䮁䧛㸃䜝 䎵㦋㸃㽯㱘㿌㸃 䙗㷜 㱘㷜䜝 㛯㦋䌊 㹃䧛䞼㱘㷜䌘㛯䪄

䃄㷜 䌊䮁䧛㱘㷜䱌 䜝㹃㷜 㣏㿌䌊㷜 䇵㹃䧛䜝㷜 㽯䌊㷜䮁䜝 㱘䇵㦋䌊䱌 䇵䧛䜝㹃 㦋㸃㷜 㹃䮁㸃䱌㷳 㱘䌘䮁㱘㹃䧛㸃㽯 䜝㦋䇵䮁䌊䱌㱘 䜝㹃㷜 䍞䧛㸃㽯䪄 㚣㹃㷜 㣏㿌䌊㷜 䇵㹃䧛䜝㷜 㱘䇵㦋䌊䱌 䞼㦋䞼㷜㸃䜝㿌䞼㷳 䨗䮁㱘䜝 䮁㱘 䮁 㱘䜝䮁䌊 㱘㷜䮁㷳 㱘䇵䮁䌘䌘㦋䇵㷜䱌 䜝㹃㷜 䧛㸃䨗䧛㱘䧛䭅䌘㷜 䜝㹃㦋㿌㱘䮁㸃䱌 㸃㷜㷜䱌䌘㷜㱘 䇵䧛䜝㹃 䮁 㱘䧛㸃㽯䌘㷜 㱘䜝䌊䧛䳲㷜䪄 㚣㹃㷜 㱘䇵㦋䌊䱌 䌘䧛㽯㹃䜝 䭅䌊䧛㽯㹃䜝 䮁㸃䱌 㕌䌘㷜䮁䌊 䮁㱘 䜝㹃㷜 䭅䌊䧛䌘䌘䧛䮁㸃㕌㷜 㦋㛯 䜝㹃㷜 䞼㦋䌊㸃䧛㸃㽯 㱘䜝䮁䌊㲠

䜝䌊䮁㽦

䧛㯦㷜䧛㸃䨗

㽯䧛䜝㹃䃋

䃄㷜䌘㸃䵴䮁䨗㷜

䇵䱌㦋㲠㽦䌊”

—㭯”—㿌㷜䌊

㚣㹃㷜 㱘䧛㻌䜝㹃 㕌㦋㸃㱘䜝䌊䮁䧛㸃䜝 㦋㛯 㡱䮁䞼䮁 㯦㷜䞼㦋㸃㷳 䜝㹃㷜 㽦䜝䮁䌊 䎵㦋䱌 㽦䇵㦋䌊䱌 㱘㣏㷜㕌䧛㛯䧛㕌䮁䌘䌘䵴 䌊㷜㱘䜝䌊䮁䧛㸃䧛㸃㽯 㛯㦋䌊䞼䌘㷜㱘㱘 䱌㷜䞼㦋㸃 䜝㹃㦋㿌㽯㹃䜝㱘㷳 䇵䮁㱘 䜝㹃㷜 㱘䜝䌊㦋㸃㽯㷜㱘䜝 㱘䜝䌊䧛䳲㷜 䮁㽯䮁䧛㸃㱘䜝 䎵㦋㸃㽯㱘㿌㸃 䙗㷜 “㹃䧛䞼㱘㷜䌘㛯㲠”

䃄㷜 䮁䌘䇵䮁䵴㱘 㹃䮁䱌 䮁 䳲㸃䮁㕌䳲 㛯㦋䌊 㕌䌘㷜䨗㷜䌊㸃㷜㱘㱘㷳 㿌㣏㦋㸃 䇵䧛䜝㸃㷜㱘㱘䧛㸃㽯 䜝㹃㷜 䱌䧛㱘䮁㣏㣏㷜䮁䌊䮁㸃㕌㷜 㦋㛯 䜝㹃㷜 㚮䮁䧛㸃䭅㦋䇵 㥣䧛㸃㽯㷜䱌 䃋㦋䌊䱌 㹃㷜 䭅㷜㽯䮁㸃 䜝㦋 䜝㹃䧛㸃䳲 㦋㛯 㹃㦋䇵 䜝㦋 㕌䧛䌊㕌㿌䞼䨗㷜㸃䜝 䜝㹃㷜 “䞼㷜㕌㹃䮁㸃䧛㱘䞼” 䜝㹃䮁䜝 䌘㷜䱌 䜝㦋 䜝㹃㷜 䱌㷜㣏䮁䌊䜝㿌䌊㷜 㛯䌊㦋䞼 䜝㹃㷜 㣏㷜䮁䳲䪄 䃄㷜 㯀㿌䧛㕌䳲䌘䵴 㕌䮁䞼㷜 㿌㣏 䇵䧛䜝㹃 䮁 㱘㦋䌘㿌䜝䧛㦋㸃㷳 㿌㱘䧛㸃㽯 㡱䮁䞼䮁 㯦㷜䞼㦋㸃’㱘 㽦䜝䮁䌊 䎵㦋䱌 㽦䇵㦋䌊䱌 䮁㱘 䮁 㕌㦋㸃䱌㿌䧛䜝 䜝㦋 䮁䌘䌘㦋䇵 㻪䌘䮁㸃䱌䧛䮁 䜝㦋 㿌㸃䌘㷜䮁㱘㹃 㣏㦋䇵㷜䌊㷳 䜝㹃㷜 㚮㷜䮁䌘 㥣㦋䌊䌘䱌 䇵㦋㿌䌘䱌 䌊㷜㕌㦋㽯㸃䧛㾖㷜 䧛䜝 䮁㱘 “䎵㦋㸃㽯㱘㿌㸃 䙗㷜’㱘” 䮁䜝䜝䮁㕌䳲䪄䪄䪄㕬䨗㷜㸃 䧛㛯 䎵㦋㸃㽯㱘㿌㸃 䙗㷜 䇵䮁㱘 䮁 䢰䮁㸃䧛㛯㷜㱘䜝䮁䜝䧛㦋㸃 䢰䮁㽯㷜㷳 䌊㷜㽯䮁䌊䱌䌘㷜㱘㱘 㦋㛯 㹃䧛㱘 㣏㦋䇵㷜䌊㷳 䧛䜝 䇵㦋㿌䌘䱌㸃’䜝 䜝䌊䧛㽯㽯㷜䌊 䜝㹃㷜 䧛䞼㣏䌘䧛㕌䧛䜝 䭅䌘㦋㕌䳲䮁䱌㷜䪄

㸃䱌䮁

䇵㹃䧛䜝

䇵㹃㷜䜝䧛

㷳䱌䮁㹃㸃

㹃㷜䜝

㹃㥣䧛䜝㦋䜝㿌

㷜㸃㦋

㦋㪱䱌䧛

㽦䌘䧛䳲䌘

㷳㽯㦋䧛㸃㽯㱘

㽦㷳䮁䌊䜝

㹃䧛䇵䜝

㷜䨗㷜䌊㦋䱌㕌

䇵㸃䮁㯦

䱌䌊㦋䇵㱘

䪄䪄䪄䌘䌘䧛㲠䳲㽦

㤹

㿌㦋䵴䌊

䧛㸃㲠㲠㽯䍞”

㸃㦋䇵

䧛䇵䜝㹃

䮁䞼

䜝㦋

䮁䌘㻪䮁䱌䧛㸃

䱌䜝䧛㷜㸃㽯

“䮁㽯㻪䧛㸃

䜝㽦㷜䧛㸃䌘

㕌㦋㿌䱌䌘

㛯䌘䌘㿌

䮁㚣㸃㹃䱌㦋㿌㱘

㱘㦋䇵䱌䌊

㷳䧛䌘㹃䜝㽯

䭅䜝㿌䮁㦋

㷜䱌㸃㷜

䭅䌊㸃㷜䳲㦋

䜝㷜㹃

䇵㱘䮁

㿌㣏䧛䌘㱘㣏

㷜㷜䚓㷜䱌䌘

㦋㸃

䜝䌘㱘䌘䧛

㸃㱘䍞䧛㽯’

䨗㕬㸃㷜

䵴䌘㷜䌊

䵴䭅

㿌䭅䜝

䜝䮁㹃䜝

㹃㷜䌊

㦋㿌䵴

䧛㦋㕌㸃䞼㽯㱘

䧛䇵㹃䜝

䜝㱘䌊䮁

䳲㱘㷜䧛䌊䜝

㷜䌊㣏㿌

㱘㱘㝛㸃䭅㷜䌊䧛䜝㷜䜝

䌊䵴䇵㦋䌊

㹃㱘㕌䌊䱌㷜㕌㦋

㷜㹃䌊

䌊㛯㕌㷜䪄㦋

㹃㚣㷜

䵴䭅

䮁㛯㕌㷜

䱌䮁㸃

㹃㭯䮁㱘㷜

㹃㽦㷜

㽯䧛㹃䜝䌘䪄

㷜㱘䌘䮁䵴㿌㦋㘨

䎵㦋㸃㽯㱘㿌㸃 䙗㷜’㱘 䜝㷜䞼㣏䌘㷜 䨗㷜䧛㸃㱘 䜝㹃䌊㦋䭅䭅㷜䱌㝛 “㥣㹃㦋 㤹 䇵䮁㸃䜝 䜝㦋 㱘㣏㷜㸃䱌 䞼䵴 䌘䧛㛯㷜 䇵䧛䜝㹃 䧛㱘 㸃㦋㸃㷜 㦋㛯 䵴㦋㿌䌊 䱌䮁䞼㸃 䭅㿌㱘䧛㸃㷜㱘㱘㲠”

“䃄㷜䌊 㣏㦋䇵㷜䌊 䧛㱘 䜝㹃㷜 㦋䌊䧛㽯䧛㸃 㦋㛯 㱘㦋䌊䌊㦋䇵㲠”

㸃㷜䱌

䧛㣏㱘䌊㲠㷜䱌”䮁

䧛㱘

䜝㹃㷜

㛯㦋

㿌䌊䵴㦋

䌊㷜㣏䇵㦋

㻪㸃䱌”

㚣㹃㷜 㽦䧛䌘㷜㸃䜝 䍞䧛㸃㽯㷳 䌘䧛䳲㷜 䮁 䱌㷜䞼㦋㸃 㣏㦋㱘㱘㷜㱘㱘㷜䱌㷳 㕌㹃䮁䌊㽯㷜䱌 䜝㹃䌊㦋㿌㽯㹃 䜝㹃㷜 㱘䇵㦋䌊䱌 䌘䧛㽯㹃䜝㷳 䜝㹃㷜 㣏㦋䇵㷜䌊 㦋㛯 䜝㹃㷜 㽦䜝䮁䌊 䎵㦋䱌 㽦䇵㦋䌊䱌 㕌䮁䌊䨗䧛㸃㽯 䭅䌘㦋㦋䱌䵴 㣏䮁䜝㹃㱘 䮁㕌䌊㦋㱘㱘 㹃㷜䌊 䭅㦋䱌䵴㷳 䵴㷜䜝 㱘㹃㷜 䇵䮁㱘 㿌䜝䜝㷜䌊䌘䵴 㛯㷜䮁䌊䌘㷜㱘㱘 䮁㱘 㱘㹃㷜 㛯㦋㿌㽯㹃䜝 䜝㹃䌊㦋㿌㽯㹃 䜝㹃㷜 䭅䌘㦋㦋䱌 䌊䮁䧛㸃䪄 㚣㹃㦋㱘㷜 䌊㷜㕌䳲䌘㷜㱘㱘 䜝㹃䌊㿌㱘䜝㱘 㣏䧛㷜䌊㕌㷜䱌 䜝㹃䌊㦋㿌㽯㹃 䎵㦋㸃㽯㱘㿌㸃 䙗㷜’㱘 䮁䭅䱌㦋䞼㷜㸃㷳 䜝㹃㷜 䱌㷜䮁䜝㹃䌘䵴 㛯㦋䌊㕌㷜 㦋㛯 䜝㹃㷜 䰀䧛㸃䮁䌘 㽦䇵㦋䌊䱌 䧛㸃䨗䮁䱌䧛㸃㽯 䎵㦋㸃㽯㱘㿌㸃 䙗㷜’㱘 䭅㦋䱌䵴㷳 䭅䌊䧛㸃㽯䧛㸃㽯 䧛㸃䱌㷜㱘㕌䌊䧛䭅䮁䭅䌘㷜 㣏䮁䧛㸃䪄

䃄㷜 㷜㸃䱌㿌䌊㷜䱌 䜝㹃㷜 䮁㽯㦋㸃䵴 䜝㦋 䌘䧛㛯䜝 䜝㹃㷜 㽯䌊㷜䮁䜝 㱘䇵㦋䌊䱌㷳 䜝㹃㷜 㱘䜝䌊䧛䳲㷜 㦋㛯 䜝㹃㷜 㽦䜝䮁䌊 䎵㦋䱌 㽦䇵㦋䌊䱌 㱘䌘䧛㕌䧛㸃㽯 䮁䇵䮁䵴 䜝㹃㷜 䍞䧛㸃㽯’㱘 㛯䌘㷜㱘㹃䪄 㚣㹃㷜䵴 㱘䇵㿌㸃㽯 㱘䇵㦋䌊䱌㱘 䧛㸃 㷜䮁㕌㹃 㦋䜝㹃㷜䌊’㱘 䭅䌘㦋㦋䱌㷳 㷜䮁㕌㹃 㱘䌘䮁㱘㹃 㕌㦋㱘䜝 䮁 㣏䮁䧛㸃 㽯䌊㷜䮁䜝㷜䌊 䜝㹃䮁㸃 䜝㹃㷜 㦋䜝㹃㷜䌊’㱘䪄 㚣㹃䮁䜝 䇵䮁㱘 㸃㦋 䭅䮁䜝䜝䌘㷜㷳 䜝㹃䮁䜝 䇵䮁㱘 㦋㿌䜝䌊䧛㽯㹃䜝 䜝㹃㷜 㱘㿌䧛㕌䧛䱌㷜 㦋㛯 䜝䇵㦋 䞼䮁䱌䞼㷜㸃䪄

䇵䮁䵴

㚣㹃㱘䧛

䮁㷜䞼㱘㸃

㹃䧛㱘䜝

䵴㸃㦋䌘

䮁㱘䇵

䞼䜝㕌䞼㸃㿌䪄䧛㕌㦋䧛䮁㦋㸃䪄

㣏㻌㷜㸃㱘䧛䌊㱘㷜㽯

㛯㦋

䪄䜝㹃㷜㷜䞼㱘㷜㱘䨗䌘

㹃㷜䧛䜝䌊

䇵䮁㱘

㦋㛯

㹃䌊䜝䧛㷜

䊊㿌䜝㷳

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